a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

bantup smoov - 10 steps ahead lyrics

[intro]
(kevo)
(ayo harry, run that shit back!)

[chorus]
my heart got scars and it’s sore, i can’t really trust again
steady coping with this pain, lost a lot of friends
now i’m getting older, my wife my best friend
i had to take my mind off this shit, book a flight i take the fam
expensive habits, a fashion junkie + on my trip, ten plus bands
that i spent ten thousand times, i ain’t going broke again
cuz i came up a little different, i’ll a rob you for that ten
they kill you for that ten, how you was + mixing all them grams

[verse]
me & trap was in the kitchen for hours, you don’t understand
i try n’ tell my niggas tighten up cuz’ we can’t slip again
when we slide it be tinted trucks & maybe mini vans
i told heem when he heal up i gotta + for him to spin
fuck a taurus, tryna’ get the job done? need f&n’s
seen it in his eyes, he froze up + that really ain’t yo mans
a lot of niggas play that tough role, but quick to take the stands
dude bitched when he went to court and they told n’ raised his right hand
it’s a blessing, came from the bottom + dirt, mud & the sand
them sacrifices for my family helped me grow into a man
he sayin’ names on the internet, think he working with the feds
they gone go and snatch some names up, yo ass end up dead
put a loaf on top his scalp, we gone call it wonder bread
and every time i leave the crib, make sure that one up in the head
and every time im moving, make sure that i’m ten steps ahead
show to approve, can’t lose my cool + that’s why i’m close to the edge
don’t be assuming some shit true, that’s just some shit they done said
but you done feed into that pettiness, let it get to yo head
you know a old saying, closed mouths never get fed
i had to switch my image up, that’s why i grew up some dreads
tunnel vision, still chasin’ chicken + but we aimin’ at heads
play my position in the trenches, i be fully prepared
make a decision, cuz’ the shit we get into they be scared
buy ammunition for smith n’, ain’t no shooting in the air
having talks to the real gangsters, i had to look in the mirror
my favorite movie belly, why i bought a range like sincere
still in the rain hustlin’, hoping a brick a appear
i know these niggas jealous, but i know the first thought is fear
[bridge]
yeah (mmhm)
i keep tellin’ my niggas (mhmm, mhmm)
we living long, tryna do right
so i pray we make it home every night (that’s real shit)

- bantup smoov lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS